Mail Delivery
There are so many of the very old photos in the boxes with nothing written on back. I know that, except for a few clearly marked, they come from my maternal family. I didn't know any of these photos existed until my mother died, so I never had an opportunity to ask. I come from a fractured family. I barely knew my paternal side, never meeting some of my father's siblings. I knew my maternal grandma, thankfully, but any contact I'd had with anyone else ended when I was around ten.
I know personality disorders are difficult to understand. Believe me, I've heard it all, but folks -- they are real and not all that rare. There is no need to look farther than DC to see many and one in particular.
One thing I know for certain and have the evidence to prove it. My ancestors really liked their camera!
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Horse-drawn wagons were the staple of our Nation, so many people don't realize that! Thanks for Posting, I'm always intrigued by the history of yesteryear.
That US mail coach is a keeper. I've never understood why some people hold family so sacred, considering the degree of dysfunction in a lot of them. I never knew any of my father's side of the family, didn't even know he had multiple siblings in our town! I think it was my moms doing, who knows why.
Our mail deliveries are now so slow (they can take anything up to a week) that a horse drawn service might even be quicker!
My mother told me a lot and wrote on photos and in her album. It's quite a treasure.
I regret not sitting down with my parents and grilling them about the people or places in the pictures. My dad did an OK job of keeping a scrapbook and writing names, but only for a few years. I found an old photo album and sat down with my dad when he was about 90. He smiled as we looked through the pictures and they really did take him back. But, I asked him about one picture - he was around 7 when it was taken. There was a boy sitting next to him and I asked who he was. His answer, after squinting at the picture for some time, "Oh, that was the kid next door." Not exactly what I was looking for!
My second great grandfather, Gilman delivered mail. In Michigan sometime in the 1800's
What a beautiful photo, that old horse-drawn carriage!
I hope you enjoy looking at your many family photos. It's a shame, of course, that you can no longer find any information about so many of them. Just enjoy them, enjoy the beauty in the lives of your ancestors. And there was certainly beauty there.
That's impressive that they took so many pictures back then! If only you knew more about them.
I have inherited the generations of photos, too. And like yours, most are unmarked.
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